he said to me, can you survive this? you must be sure.

and i laughed and thought him a fool. sure, of course i can or i wouldn’t be here.

he leaned back, almost shocked, somewhat disappointed. too soon, he muttered, too soon. you really have no idea what is being risked here.

come on, i was annoyed, what the fuck do you care? what is there to think about? i’m here, right? obviously i don’t give a fuck one way or the other.

ah, he leaned forward, wild eyed, finger pointing, that’s exactly the point, if you are risking nothing then there’s no point.

i know, growling now, exactly what i am risking and i don’t give a shit one way or the other. i am done here. this city holds nothing further for me. i’ve bled them all dry and they’re hunting. do you understand? they’re fucking hunting and i’m done if i don’t do this. i spat to my left. can i survive this? can i survive this? i locked eyes with him. either i survive this or i don’t survive at all.

fine, fine. he leaned back again, nodding off, slow chin movements, this we can work with. that is a place where we can begin.

oh fuck, where do we go with this?